[rastachris]

I'm at Starbucks in a long line with my kids in the double tandem stroller. Aidan, who was probably 18 months old or so at the time, was in the front seat. With his canopy up and the baby's canopy up, I could not see him. So, I look up from fiddling in my wallet to see Aidan's hands raised above his head. The very next second his hands - both of them - land with an audible slap on the behind of the woman in front of us. She whips around expecting to see a grinning and daring pervert at eye level, but instead rests her eyes on the smiling face of my son. Then she starts to laugh. Then I start to laugh through my apology. Then she says, "That's okay honey. It's the most action I've had all day." Then she orders her coffee.

Aidan still has a thing with derriers. In the line for communion at church, DH has to keep a firm grip on Aidan's hands, especially when we're behind someone young, perky and wearing a mini skirt.

And my son's only 2.5. Lord help us.